this is who i am right now

i am leftover sleep in my eyes

2:30 cheese sticks

and the google translates of my mother tongue

i am the girl who never finished first grade

round trusting eyes

and words too complicated for your time

i forget strums

and chords

and my fingers can’t always press them down

but they’ll keep counting

the things

i am

for the many times i’ve forgotten how

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